As the ancestor in charge of the Hidden Gong Pavilion, Fengyun Sword Zhao Yulin is in his residence, sitting on the Taishi chair as motionless as a statue, but inadvertently exuding a solemn aura. This is the extraordinary thing about a super strong man, let him
People are in awe of it.?
Hearing the knock on the door, Zhao Yulin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, and he said: "Come in."
As the door opened, the disciple surnamed Wu walked in, saluted respectfully, and then reported, "Master, Chunxiao brought an outsider here. It is Qiu Yu who was expelled from the master before. He said that he entered Tibet on the order of Uncle Jiang.
Gong Pavilion selects Kung Fu..."
When this issue was brought up, Zhao Yulin frowned and became angry. Anger appeared in his eyes and he blurted out: "It's nonsense... it's simply unreasonable."
The disciple surnamed Wu was secretly happy. It seems that the master also disagrees. Let me just say, the kid surnamed Qiu is an outsider after all. How could he be treated with such honor? There are also many disciples in Yunlan Palace, numbering dozens of them.
There is only one person who can freely enter the Hidden Gong Pavilion to practice, and that is the great beauty Zhou Xuelian. It is impossible for others.
"Master, do you want them to go as far as you want?"
Hearing the disciple's inquiry, Zhao Yulin really wanted to do this. A gloomy look flashed in his eyes, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. He was about to nod in agreement, but the stern face of his senior sister appeared in his mind again, which made him feel discouraged.
He could only say helplessly: "No, let's just bring the boy named Qiu in, and I will personally lead him to the Hidden Gong Pavilion."
The disciple surnamed Wu was stunned. He thought that the master would thunder and tell the man and woman to get away. He never thought that such a result would happen and that he would receive them in person. It is really incredible!
Zhao Yulin was already angry. Seeing his apprentice's mouth open in surprise, he became even more angry. His old face turned livid and he shouted sternly: "What are you waiting for? Come over quickly."
The disciple surnamed Wu trembled with fright, and replied with a pale face, "Yes, I know...I know." He turned around in a hurry, but his feet were so weak that he almost fell over, and went out in panic.
Among the seven ancestors of Yunlan Palace, Zhao Yulin has an eccentric personality and is the most impatient. His disciples generally have low cultivation levels, especially the two disciples at the door who are in the late stage of Yuxing. They are definitely at the bottom among the disciples, which makes him very unhappy.
So the two of them were asked to look at the door.
Now that he saw the disciple who was so frightened that he frowned even more, he cursed through gritted teeth, "Ineffective thing." Then he couldn't help but think of that boy Qiu Yu, facing the ancestors of Yunlan Palace including him.
He is still calm and collected despite his eager gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, and he is even more ruthless in killing the demon sect members. He is truly a rare genius.
In comparison, his apprentice is really unsightly, and he is so depressed!
The disciple surnamed Wu came outside in a hurry, his face was very ugly, and he was obviously in shock. The three people outside looked at him sideways, secretly guessing what had just happened to make him look like this.
The disciple named Huo quickly asked: "What did Master say?"
The disciple surnamed Wu said angrily: "Master said that only Qiu Yu is allowed to enter..."
Chunxiao seemed to have expected such an arrangement for a long time, but she still hoped to use the light to enter inside and imitate her favorite skills. After receiving the exact answer, there was still a hint of disappointment in her bright eyes, and she quickly whispered in Qiuyu's ear: "If
Conveniently helped me copy the Yuting Kung Fu and the Feiyun Sword martial arts, and my little sister will definitely repay the favor with a happy life."
Then the exercises and martial arts she mentioned are what she dreams of, so I leave them to Qiu Yu.
Thinking that Xiao Nizi was okay, no matter how much she resisted, she still appreciated her tenderness without touching her. The feel of the murder weapon was really intoxicating... Based on this, Qiu Yu nodded slightly and agreed.
The imperceptible response made Chunxiao overjoyed, and she put her red lips on Qiu Yu's earlobe as if to please, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Don't worry, I promise I won't let you down."
This feeling is really special. Even though Qiu Yu has great concentration, he can't help but tremble, thinking in his heart, Xiao Nizi has so many tricks. If she has sex with Wu Shan, she will probably be as happy as the gods.
!
Seeing the two of them whispering, the disciple surnamed Wu felt that Chunxiao should have secretly told Qiu Yu to be careful when entering the Tibetan Gong Pavilion to avoid being punished. Also aware of Qiu Yu's little movements, he thought that the other party was scared, so he
I despised him and thought he was a great person. He was not as timid as a mouse. He trembled with fear when he heard the reputation of my master.
This guy never thought that Qiu Yu would be happy, so he said coldly: "What are you doing? Come in with me quickly, the master is still waiting."
Qiu Yu nodded and said: "I know." He gently squeezed Chun Xiao's weak and boneless hands, indicating to Xiao Nizi to do her best, and then stepped forward.
The thick vermilion door was inlaid with many bowl-sized rivets, showing its majesty. Now a gap was opened, and the disciple surnamed Wu led Qiu Yu in.
The long corridor is right in front of you. The walls on both sides are lit with sky-blue moonstones. The light shines on the faces of the two people, both of whom are walking forward in silence. When they reach the corner ahead, there is another figure waiting.
Standing there, the stern old face is almost ferocious, and the suppressed angry look in his eyes is the ancestor Zhao Yulin.
Seeing him, the disciple surnamed Wu was as afraid of him as a mouse seeing a cat. For fear of being scolded again, he said in a trembling voice: "Master, someone... someone has brought him here."
Looking at Qiu Yu next to him, he just said calmly: "I have met my seniors, please help me, Patriarch Zhao." There was no awe at all, as if he was seeing an ordinary old man, not one of the ancestors of Yunlan Palace.
In comparison, the disciple surnamed Wu was really terrible. In front of outsiders, his disciple behaved so badly, which made Zhao Yulin even more furious. He wanted to beat him up, but he couldn't do it immediately, so he could only hate him.
He said with hatred: "Get out."
"Yes...yes..." The disciple surnamed Wu hurriedly agreed and ran away as if he had been granted amnesty. Then there were rapid footsteps in the corridor, which sounded particularly harsh.
Are the Yunlan Temple disciples who are said to be so amazing among the disciples in the valley just like this? They don’t have any momentum at all. It really makes people laugh out loud. It’s so funny! A smile appeared at the corner of Qiu Yu’s mouth. He thought it was quite interesting. It seemed that many people were talking to him.
You have to see it with your own eyes before it counts, rumors are unreliable!
The old guy Zhao Yulin glanced sideways at this boy, noticed the look on Qiu Yu's face, and of course he understood what was going on. He felt even more shameless, so he said gloomily: "Come with me."
Qiu Yu didn't care at all about the old man's bad attitude. Why did he care so much? It would be nice if he could see the Hidden Gong Pavilion, so he replied, "Senior, please."
Ahead was the stairway. The white marble steps were dotted with gold stars. Although Zhao Yulin was reluctant, he could not disobey Jiang Dongyun's instructions, so he led Qiu Yu up the steps and explained the rules for entering with a straight face.
"This Hidden Gong Pavilion was created for our Seventh Patriarch of Yunlan Palace..."
The first episode made Qiu Yu feel disdainful. A look of almost amusement flashed through his starry eyes. He must be the Fifth Ancestor now, as two old guys have already died.